The sadistic masked man now turns his attention to the young man’s feet. Using a riding crop he savagely beats his tender feet, first over his preppy pink socks, then on his soft, white soles. The young man cries out, he’s never experienced such pain in his life, as the man switches between the crop and bamboo canes. Wicked flashes of pain shoot from his soles through his legs, right to the center of his brain, and he can do nothing to defend himself as his high pitched moans and groans fill the room, and delight his attacker. Unable to speak thru his gag, the young man looks at the sadist with pleading eyes, imploring him to stop, but to no avail. The man is enjoying his suffering.